Love Unspoken

She was lying in the bushes. Occasionally, a few rats scurried past her finger;, and she had no intention of resisting.

"Quinn!"

Vaguely, Alexander's voice came from deep in the jungle; and Quinn suddenly opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. "Quinn, where are you?"

Her scattered gaze became spirited.

Alexander's voice was also somewhat weak but urgent.

Tears welled up in Quinn's eyes; and she quickly got up from the ground and ran towards the direction of the voice.

Alexander shouted her name along the jungle. By now, the forest had completely darkened; and there was no way to find anyone except by sound.

Quinn ran fast, getting closer to his voice.

But he suddenly changed direction, and the sound became distant again.

Quinn panicked, wiped away her tears, gritted her teeth, and sped up towards the sound.

She was eager to shout,

light

had already seen the figure ahead. Quinn took a deep breath, exerted all

something and paused

suddenly turned around, raised his hand, accurately grabbed the neck of the person behind him, and pressed her to the

leaving Quinn dizzy, her head

from under his hand and

was too dim for

faint flame lit up, illuminating the distressed

was in

the dirty bathrobe slipped from her shoulders, revealing her slender shoulders and collarbone and the faintly visible breasts on her chest; except for the waist belt barely holding the bathrobe,

anger, gradually changed his expression when he

before slowly opening her eyes and seeing the face that

looked much better. He was wearing a black overcoat, buttoned up to the last button. Although his hair was a bit messy, it did

up from the ground and plunged into his

crying in